siempre me quedarĂ¡

i have forgotten how to write here.
IS ANYONE ELSE ON TUMBLR? there, i blog about beautiful things that rarely concern me in the immediate sense. here, the grounds are vestiges of a former time, a grizzled apparatus i've forgotten how to wield.
having a job based on the internet clips the attention span and trains the habits to consume in snippets and sound bites and thumbnails and headlines, in 30-second videos and 140-character status updates. in my apartment, i have no television or internet; my iphone (which i do not pay for either) can be tasked to find recipes, yoga schedules, and other relevancies when necessary.
in december, i became twenty-two, and despite the continuing scrutiny of bartenders and waiters and distant family members, i was suddenly not so young anymore. at the end of the month and through nearly two weeks into 2009, i absconded on an epic backpacking trip across costa rica, during which i lost my thrifted sperry top-siders and my appetite for meat and just barely scraped the surface of my wanderlust.
i am (re)learning spanish and training my knife skills; i am drawing for a webcomic i started with a good friend.
